Archive for the ‘Passion Poetry’ Category

Ignis

Softly bathe me in your fire
Purify all of my desires
From that touch of your silk skin
To the infinites of my own being.

Afflicted by the reality of this realm
I run and hide under your wings
You intone so delightful and so calm
You redefine the elements of being.

Touch me with your fiery fingertips
Confine me within your golden halo
Just to feel your glow and warmth
I promise to never let go.

Slowly submerge me in your fire
To distill all of my desires
Just a kiss from your holy lips
And a shake of those wicked hips.

Aggrieved by the cruelty of this world
I run to cover behind your tail
Your chant’s so pleasant and so poised
You redefine the fundaments of one’s self.

Caress me with your blazing hands
Restrain me within your angel horns
Just to feel your glow and warmth
With you I always go strong.

Ignis, significant to my singing
You signify my everything…

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Watercolor

City of everlasting dreams
Of junkies and children
And everyone in between
City of broken promises
Of hopeless romantics
Superstars’ Shangri-La.

The sun glowing on your face
Makes you forget about the poor man’s disgrace
This is heaven in all of its grace
This is where you belong, yes, this is your place.

L.A., you made me feel like I was in a TV Show
Yes, you made me feel like I am the main character in this feat
We dance for attention, this is how we flow
Spare for some change, so much talent wasted in these streets.

Your skies are like a picture painted in watercolor
It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Step on my face if I made it big
If I am/was truly great,
Maybe you’ll notice me
This city sure smells of melancholy
A child’s daydream
One day we’ll make a breakthrough.

The sun burning on your skin
Reminds you of the hardship of pushing forward
It cannot end if it has not begun
Fill yourself with courage, no sense in being a coward.

L.A., you made me feel like I was an award winner
Yes, you made me feel like this is where I should spend my days
How we beg for real love, assertion’s growing leaner
Spare for some time, so many stories deluded in shorn ways.

Your skies are like a picture painted in watercolor
It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed
You’re like nothing else, in that I bet my bottom dollar
Your breeze brings to my soul a serene stillness.

You are like an eternal vacation
I wish to bathe in your beaches forever
High by this mirage contemplation
I wish to embark upon this endeavor.

This poem is from a woman’s point of view.

Mary Read

What does it feel to go around the world,
Navigating in the waters of mistreated mistresses?
What are you looking for in this whirlwind?
Only to weight anchor or get motion sickness.

Hand strong on your hat and tight on the helm
Cause now you’re cruising through violent seas
A storm is coming and in your head you know
This is going to be one hell of a turbulent sail.

You think you have the map all figured out
If X marks the spot, you’ll dig out that treasure
But this world still holds many secrets untold
You just make sure not to sail off the edges.

One eye on the lookout for the cutthroat
And the other incisive for the lighthouse
Doesn’t that beacon coming from the coast
Make you glow like a vision, so angelically?

There’s no need for shackles, my dear captain
I’ll be all yours after you’ve tainted my drink.

No need to line your captives up on the plank
I bet they would rather enjoy going for a swim.

What does it feel to go around the world,
Navigating in the waters of mistreated mistresses?
What are you looking for in this whirlwind?
Only to weight anchor or get motion sickness.

Hand strong on your pistol and tight on your sword
Cause now you’re stepping into outlandish lands
A war might be coming your way and you know
This could be the day that the great captain departs.

No need to be scared about the ghosts, no
They will not contend your soul in reprisal.

Oh fear the fleshed ones, my sweet Jack
Waiting at the bottom are submarine huntresses.

What’s that lonely men do sailing for so long?
Lodging their flags in territories unknown
Claiming the soil that isn’t theirs in the name
Of their king, or their queen or of their very own.

Don’t lonely men need some comfort as well?
Before being casted off and sent into sail?
The lustful kisses from a passionate woman
The serenated melody coming from us sirens.

No need to worry about drifting or sinking
All of your crewmen have jumped off your ship.

Come into my arms, dear, dear captain
I will end your journey, right here, right now
You just have found the right woman
One that has built you a home in the depths.

This was a poem originally titled ‘Broken Engine‘, but after revising it and changing quite a lot, it became something else. So I re-titled it ‘Thermal Efficiency’. Here’s that poem. Based on a fictional female.

Thermal Efficiency

He came like a locomotive stirring, streaming towards me
Pulling on the breaks but not before crashing into me
He said his machinery required a brand new throttle
He said my heart was the engine and my love was the fuel.

All of this time…
Your sulk was the fizz,
Heating up the pressure valve
Blowing from out your mouth
And for a while…

You were so thermal efficient.

Your strong firm hands were warming me up
Like a conductor,
Filling charcoal, with a shovel
Into the firebox of a steam engine train
Getting hotter,
Motion was faster.

Lights out, rate is gained
In this obscurity, meeting gently
As you continue your journey into the tunnel.

You seemed so thermodynamic, but now I cannot tell
I was so masochistic, compelled under such brutal spell.

All of this time…
Your sulk was the fizz,
Heating up the pressure valve
Blowing from out your mouth
And for a while…

You were so thermal efficient.

Your strong firm hands were warming me up
Like a conductor,
Filling charcoal, with a shovel,
Into the firebox of a steam engine train
Getting hotter,
Motion was faster
Iron on bar
The boiler burning,
Sparks flying,
Gasping, grasping,
Tight, here in our steely shelter
At night, under these sheets…

Lights out, rate is gained
In this obscurity, meeting gently
As you continue your journey into the tunnel
I dug deep my nails,
Firmed, into your skin,
And you flinched out of pain
As the echo of my voice exclaimed
“I just want to make sure this ride
Doesn’t drive me off of the rails!”

He came like a train stirring, streaming towards me
Pulling on the breaks but not before crashing
He said his machinery required a new throttle
He said my heart was the engine and my love was the fuel.

But then he became unstable, combustive,
The fire that ended engulfing the whole thing down.

You were the fire
Blazing out from your body…
And when you imploded
You blamed me for it.

lilithserpentfruit2 Lilith

“Do you enjoy staring at me?
Do you enjoy staring at my breasts?
Would you like to have a taste of this?
Would you like to see a bit more of the rest?

Do you like the things I’m saying?
Do you like that I’m saying them to you?
Are you interested in playing?
Do you want me to do these things to you?

Close the door, turn off the lights
Get close to me, hold to my tights
I’m gonna kiss like no one else had
I’m gonna rip your tongue off…
(and then feed off your guts)

Do you like this baby?
Do you like when I whisper in your ear?
Do you like treating me like a whore rather than a lady?
Would you rather intercourse before I interfere?

Do you like the way the night is going?
Do you like that I’m here with you?
Are you interest in what we’re playing?
Do you need me to do to you these things too?

Close the door, turn off the lights
Get close to me, hold to my tights
I’m gonna kiss like no one else had
I’m gonna devour your mouth and rip your tongue off…
(and then feed off your guts)
Yes, I’m gonna fuck your brains out
And then rip out your scr—m…

I’m gonna bathe in your blood
You can keep your cum inside your —-
Sorry to come out so bold
But I’m so sick of this bullshit…

I’m gonna shove them apples down your goddamn throat
(till you choke)
Just like Eve did with Adam
I’m gonna show you how a woman turns a boy into a man!

So close the door, turn off the lights
Get close to me, hold to my tights
I’m gonna kiss like no one else had
I’m gonna rip your tongue off and then your fucking head!”

This poem is from the perspective of a woman.

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Secret Lovers

Do you remember how my innocence used to play its part at this game?
Do you remember how my ignorance used to play this part so perfectly?
Can I ask you; do you still use your sweet swirling words In order to tame?
Can I ask you; have your word play tricks worked as well for you recently?

Your love is an enigma
And your rejection semantic
Leaving in an stigma
In what I thought is romantic.

Do you remember how you used to put your little soldiers back in line?
Do you remember how naïve I was back then when I didn’t understand?
Can I ask you; do you still secretly use a technique that webs into my mind?
Can I ask you; do still rely on your cards tricks when things go out of hand?

Your love is conundrum
And your rejection a paradox
Beating on like a drum
Buried inside this little box.

Do you still love the taste of young woman’s tongue?
Or are you still in search for a softer, silkier skin?
You used to kiss me in ways that you would make my whole mouth numb
And you didn’t care about the dangers of being seen.

Your love is an ambiguity
And your rejection is stoic
Feeding up the curiosity
Making it feel almost euphoric.

kissinshadow

Automatic Magnets

Sexual beings doing sexual things when their mood is on
Well, all these things can be fun when you push all the right buttons
The core of the eyes are wired to the electric impulses
A word or a move; a reaction towards the reactor: automatic magnets.

There’s something “evil” about the way we desire it all
A storm in our hormones, our animal instincts have needs as well
Nothing scientifically logic when all you want is to feel…
Your skin upon somebody else’s skin; the best rush of dopamine.

Nothing is forever, might as well take the chance present at the moment
Tomorrow is for regrets, it always has been, especially in matters of the heart
Whether you do this for the feelings contained, or the urge in your dermis
Take your chance to make your hugest mistake or obtain your biggest reward.